Hate
A Saiyuki fan fiction by Iapetus
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki, which rightfully belongs to Kazuya Minekura.
Warning: Shounen ai with implied yaoi ahead. However, since it isn't graphic at ALL in the sexual respect, I'm leaving the rating where it is.
Sanzo hated this, hated it with a passion. Hated the looks, hated the way his blood would start to heat at a simple glance. He hated his longing to get somewhere private as soon as possible, and hated even more when the object of his "suffering" would follow his lead.
Sanzo hated how he left the door unlocked so that Goku would have no problem entering his room. Hated how Goku would come in without knocking, and then promptly would lock the door. He hated how he didn't have a problem with this.
Sanzo hated how he could never predict what would happen. Hated how sometimes they would just talk, how sometimes he would make the first move, how sometimes Goku would practically jump him. He hated how the unpredictability kept him on his toes.
Sanzo hated how it felt to have his back pressed against the back of the wall with Goku's mouth on his neck. Hated how he couldn't get oxygen to his body to protest, how his pulse would race as able fingers would undo his robes. He hated how it felt when a thigh pressed purposefully between his legs, making him gasp.
Sanzo hated their kisses. Hated the feeling of Goku's tongue inside his mouth, stroking his own. He hated how he couldn't get enough of them.
Sanzo hated it when Goku took his clothes off. Hated how he couldn't take his eyes off of him. He hated how his fingers would twitch and help remove the garments
Sanzo hated how he couldn't take his eyes off of Goku's skin. Hated how it shone like burnished bronze – a precious metal that only he was allowed to possess. He hated how his breath would catch to simply touch it.
Sanzo hated how he willingly submitted. Hated the caresses that made him shiver and squirm. He hated realizing he didn't mind losing control.
Sanzo hated when they made love. Hated how he could never degrade what they did to a base-sounding swear word. He hated how his inability to do that just made the act that much more personal.
Sanzo hated how his actions went directly against his master's teachings.
Hated how in their highest moments of passion, he found himself gripping Goku like he never wanted to let go.
He hated how he loved every second of it.
This was written for the lime/lemon challenge LJ community "lemonaftertaste," and this was challenge #18 "so strong thy magic or so weak am I?".
Comments and criticisms muchly appreciated. ♥
Iapetus
